Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 40: The Fruit of His Day (Please Read!)
Three days later.

Fang Yi walked into Zuiyue Tower and saw that all the monks in the tower, regardless of their level of cultivation, were either wearing robes or holding magical instruments. It was a scene of wealth and luxury.

The rest of the eyes took a quick look and found several big fat sheep among them.

The cultivator dressed as a Confucian scholar had only reached the third level of Qi training. In his hand was a fan-shaped magic weapon with a picture of mountains and rivers painted on it, which was surrounded by the spiritual energy of Wu Earth. At first glance, it was a top-notch mid-grade magic weapon.

That year, the pretty young girl was only 28 years old, wearing a green gauze, and holding a glass cup with her jade-like fingers, which was filled with the aroma of wine.

The phoenix-head jade hairpin in her hair was brimming with sharp golden energy. This magical weapon was probably about to break through to a top-grade one.

And the delicate and delicate boy, holding a long red silk in his hand and wearing a golden ring around his neck, was also of a high rank.
This Zuiyue Tower is indeed worthy of being the number one building in Yunzefang City.

Seeing Fang Yi come in, a young monk dressed as a servant stepped forward, bowed, and spoke.

"Does this senior have a reservation? If not, there are several good seats in the lobby. You can try the famous Drunken Immortal Wine in my Drunken Moon Tower."

Fang Yi waved at the polite servant and spoke.

"No need, my friend. Just take me to Box No. 10."

A hint of envy flashed in the servant's eyes, and he led the way.

Fang Yi walked slowly up to the third floor along the wooden ladder made of cedar wood, a spiritual material of this level.

The servant stopped in front of a thick door engraved with a picture of the rising sun, then bent down and carefully pushed the door open.

As Fang Yi walked into the gate, he saw Yang Caier.

He had changed drastically. He was now wearing a plain white robe, jade bracelets on his hands, gentle eyes and brows, and strands of water aura were wrapped around his body.

Five years ago, she was just a sixteen-year-old herbalist. Although she was smart, she had no opinion of her own.

Now, she not only has a graceful figure, but also exudes the aura of a peerless beauty in her every move, and her cultivation is also not low.

Seeing an old friend coming here, Yang Caier stood up, a confident smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she greeted Fang Yi.

"Brother Fang, I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Miss Yang, long time no see. How are you these days?"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two sat down.

After Fang Yi sat down, he focused his attention on Yang Caier's cultivation.

Then he sighed in his heart that this qualification was too important for a cultivator.

He practiced the "Life and Death Flourishing Sutra" and his spiritual roots were of medium quality, with a spiritual root scale of fifty-three. In addition, he had an opportunity and encountered an epiphany that most cultivators would hardly encounter once in their lifetime. Now his cultivation level is only the fourth level of Qi training!

Without the opportunity of sudden enlightenment, one's own cultivation level can only reach the third level of Qi training.

Yang Cai'er's cultivation was already at the fifth level of Qi training. Seeing how stable her aura was, it was clear she was not far from the sixth level.

The spiritual roots he possesses are of a high level among the top-grade spiritual roots. The upper limit of the scale for top-grade spiritual roots is eighty, and he has already reached seventy-nine, which is only a step away from the earth spiritual roots.

But considering his current speed of cultivation, he must be extremely hardworking. Among the cultivators of the same age in Xuanyang Sect, he is already one of the top ones and a true child of destiny.

Although Fang Yi's current cultivation level is only one level lower than his, which seems to be a small difference, the gap between them cannot be made up in one or two years.

Yang Caier has a top-grade spiritual root and is supported by the elders in the sect. She can consider breaking through to her foundation in Taoism within half a century.

If Fang Yi were an ordinary cultivator with medium-grade spiritual roots, and encountered one or two bottlenecks during his practice, and had not yet completed his Qi training before the age of sixty and before his Qi and blood declined, then his path of practice would have ended there.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The two hadn't talked for long when there was a knock on the door.

Fang Yi stood up and opened the wooden door, and saw the young servant leading two monks into the box. They were Fan Dacheng and Li Qingsong. Fan Dacheng spoke.

"Senior Sister Yang, Brother Fang, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Fang Yi looked at Fan Dacheng. His change was no less than Yang Caier's. Unlike the farmer he was back then, although he had martial arts skills, there was still a hint of timidity in his simplicity.

Now his eyes are firm and bright, his manners are generous, and his every move is full of confidence.

There were strands of evil spirit wrapped around his body, and with the two black scars on his forehead, Fang Yi knew that he had made great progress in the past few years fighting against monsters in the Qingyun Mountains.

Although Li Qingsong had the best background among the four, his cultivation level is the lowest now.

Unlike Yang Caier who is at the fifth level of Qi training, Fan Dacheng is also at the third level of Qi training, but his Qi is full and he is about to break through to the fourth level.

Obviously, although fighting monsters in the Qingyun Mountains is dangerous, the gains are also great.

This is also normal. In the early stage of Qi training, as long as there are enough elixirs and spiritual objects, regardless of the purity of magic power, the training speed of ordinary cultivators with medium-grade spiritual roots can temporarily be comparable to that of cultivators with high-grade spiritual roots.

Li Qingsong's cultivation had just entered the third level of Qi training, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Seeing everyone sitting down one by one, Yang Caier took out a set of tea sets made of green jade and a pot of spiritual tea from her storage bag and placed them on the table.

With a poke of her slender jade hand, a wisp of flame ignited the charcoal under the jade pot.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the spiritual spring water in the jade pot began to boil. The boiling hot spiritual spring water brewed the little bit of tender green in the jade cup.

Yang Caier handed out several cups of spiritual tea to everyone present.

After drinking a cup of magical tea, in the steaming water vapor, everyone gradually lost the unfamiliarity that had existed for several years, and talked to each other, telling each other about their experiences in the past few years.

Fan Dacheng described the danger and magnificence of the Qingyun Mountains. Although the monsters were ferocious, they were not as fierce as the cultivators who fought each other for a magical medicine or a piece of spiritual soil.

Yang Caier recounted the vast wonders of the inner sect of Xuanyang Mountain, where many talented inner sect disciples competed with each other just to gain a little more attention from their master.

This is because every extra bit of attention will result in one more spiritual object being obtained, and one's own cultivation level will be able to catch up with fellow disciples faster, until one completely leaves them behind and strives to reach the foundation-building stage with a lifespan of over 200 years.

Li Qingsong talked about the intrigues in Duobao Pavilion and the competition among the cultivators who bought and sold spiritual materials.

They talked about everything under the sun and their experiences in cultivation. As the sky changed from rising sun to setting moon, everyone's interest in talking gradually died down.

Seeing that the party was coming to an end and everyone was about to get up and leave, Yang Caier made a suggestion.

"My fellow Daoists, we were all born in Shaoyang Prefecture, and we are fortunate to have been admitted to Xuanyang Mountain together. Therefore, we should support each other so that we can go further on the path to immortality."

"How about we settle down here in Zuiyue Tower and gather every few years to share our knowledge and help each other on our path to immortality..."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes as he listened to Yang Caier talking about the benefits of sharing what they have.

This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

She invited the monks who had joined Xuanyang Mountain together in the past to get together. There was indeed some sincerity in her meeting, but it was probably also partly for the sake of mutual benefit.

Combined with the fact that he was let down the mountain before he broke through the late stage of Qi training, Fang Yi had some guesses.

You should know that in order to prevent talented cultivators from dying before they grow up, Xuanyang Mountain does not allow any cultivator with high-grade spiritual roots or above to leave the territory of Xuanyang Mountain until they have broken through to the high level of Qi training.

Xuanyang Mountain is vast enough to support less than a hundred Qi training practitioners at the initial and intermediate levels to practice in it.

"Brother Fang, what do you think about this?"

Yang Caier is very smart. Li Qingsong has gone to Bingpo Peak many times to escort spiritual materials, and he wants to make friends with her, so he naturally won't refuse her.

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